writing

Wow, I knew I hadn’t posted in a while, but didn’t realize it’s been over two months — jeesh! And truthfully, this is sort of a faux-post, which I’m able to put up only because Ryan’s baseball coach decided not to go to the post-season awards night. Apparently Ryan was one of only two or

Over the past two weeks, I feel like I’ve entered a “perfect storm” of sorts, or at least a perfect reading storm, if such a thing exists. It took me far too long to finish reading my latest LibraryThing Early Reviewer book, entitled Manage Your Depression through Exercise, but very near the end, I found

One week ago, August 6, was my first time taking part in an event called Do Nothing But Read Day. Sounds right up my alley, right? Of course it is. But sometime during the afternoon, my mood took an extreme downward turn. Later in the evening, after a nap, I tried to capture my thoughts

On March 2, I started writing something that I expected would be a blog post. It’s now March 13, and that piece still isn’t done, and I’ve neglected to post anything else here in the interim. The conundrum is that I’ve really been wanting to do more writing, but no matter how many ideas I

I recently decided to keep an old notebook (actually a cool “blank book” I’ve had for quite a while) close by me, and hope to jot down activities and thoughts as they happen. I wrote these pages yesterday morning before my radiology tests, and early this morning. More to follow, I hope sooner than later.

An essay on Lost, with a focus on the finale. Yeah, that’s the big one, if ever I might get to it. But also:a post for FreeVerse this coming Wednesday;a reading update, in which I’m stretched in at least four directions;a review of On Beauty by Zadie Smith, with nods to E. M. Forster and

Last Saturday, I made a list of things I needed to do on Sunday. It looked like this:–> call Grandma A.–> update checkbook (did I get paid this week?) & pay bills–> update Google calendar with game & picture changes–> housecleaning–> switch purse back to black one On Sunday, I saw that Jeff had added

So I have a little bit of “home alone” time, and so many things that I could do, and a few that I probably should do, like walk on the treadmill (and that would also mean watching Lost from two nights ago, and it’s supposed to be an amazing episode, but yeah, I don’t think

For weeks now, Jeff has had piles of paperwork and folders set aside in an area of our bedroom, waiting for me to sort through them and determine what can be recycled. This morning, after sleeping in, I woke to a few inches of snow, which immediately pushed away any ambition I might have had

I’ve already been on the computer too long, need to get myself changed and on the treadmill and ready for Lost (wahoo!), but I just read this WHOLE article and it’s just fantastic. It’s a feature article about Roger Ebert in Esquire, and dammit, it made me cry in a few different places! The article